I skimmed the thread and may have missed, but didn't find:

WILL THE WEAVER = EVERY DAY DIRT = Jumpin' and Jerkin' Blues
&
FIVE NIGHTS DRUNK (OUR GOODMAN), from which comes:

What's that head a-doin' there [in our bed] where my head ought to be? ...
It's nothing but a cabbage head your mama sent to me ...

& much more

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And hi, leeneia ... I don't know whether you would disagree ... but for some people, laughter is the only way they can kill off their embarrassment at confronting something so majestic, so threatening as sex (and the danger of love).

To me personally, that's sad! But I've seen it happen a lot. Frat humor, for example. Beyond that, most of the jokes about sex are vulgar and propelled by fear, but people laugh. With a twinge.

Thus the bleak, repellent turn taken in the last verse of the otherwise gentle and in its way humorous song "LITTLE BALL OF YARN"—which is also about STDs.

The only way, evidently, for them to keep from feeling deeply what they can't afford to feel deeply. They see no way to approach sex but to try to shrink its stature and insulate the emotions from it. Thus to somehow (at least appear to) get it under control.

Best wishes, Bob